I’m an almost-every-day jogger, but I hang my head in shame when I gaze upon the running record of Mark Covert, the so-called Cal Ripken of U.S. streaking. In this case, “streaking” is the term for running a long stretch of days in a row, not running without shorts.

When my kids started complaining recently about having to go back to school, I told them the same thing my parents used to tell me: "You're going to look back on these days as the best of your lives." Sometimes I find my mouth saying other shockingly unhip dad stuff like, "Are you trying to heat the whole outdoors?!" when they leave the door open, or "If your friend jumped off a bridge, would you jump off a bridge?" I was reminded of my sage advice this week when I got the rare chance to walk inside my old elementary school.

It’s been nearly four years since the nice sonogram technician waved her magic wand over my left testicle and said: “Uh-oh.” At least I think that’s what she said. Your brain tends to blank out when you’re in full-on flop-sweat panic.

Monday was a really big day in my life, as it was for many of my friends and colleagues at NEWSWEEK. For the past few months, we’ve all been anxious with anticipation. I’ve speculated wildly, started unfounded rumors, and chewed my nails down to the quick. But finally, on Monday, I got the news I’d been waiting on for so long.

There’s a fun advertising Web site that’s been making the rounds in booky blog circles the last couple of weeks called I Write Like. Basically, you cut and paste some of your personal prose into the little box and hit the Analyze button, and the magic machine tells you which famous author your writing most resembles.

President Obama gets accused of a lot of things, but it would be tough to argue that his administration’s constitutional challenge of Arizona’s anti-illegal-immigration law was poll-driven. Because even though you might not know it from some of the media coverage, Arizona’s new law is really, really popular.

Last night, I sat in my usual box seats at Nationals Park to witness firsthand the debut of the Nationals’ 21-year-old rookie fireballer against the Pittsburgh Pirates. I discovered that “Baseball Jesus” has arrived and, yes, he does walk on water.

Michigan Gov. Jennifer Granholm just tweeted that she’s overruling an apparently blind Major League Baseball umpire and issuing an official state proclamation declaring that Detroit Tigers pitcher Armando Galarraga did throw a perfect game.

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